Yesterday I was writing out my grocery list and added a box of Turtles to the list. When the grocery delivery person handed me the bag she told me how much it was. Did you know it cost that? Yeah. I told her that I can remember buying them for my Dad for 7.99 but I think that was on sale. Of course that’s also 10 years ago but it still seems ridiculous for it to increase so much. And the woman said they are different prices at each store.
My Dad LOVED chocolates and every year one of us would buy him a box of turtles. That was back in the day when you actually had 2 levels of chocolates. Out of the whole box I think we would get one and Dad ate the rest. We would announce it when we got to the second level. One year we got this big container of Ferroro Roche. It was a gift for my parents from their future daughter in law’s parents. Throughout the afternoon we kept picking at it that I think it lasted maybe 2 days.
It’s interesting how if I turn on the morning talk shows right now they have segments on buying the perfect gift for everyone on your list. According to the commercials you are supposed to get that oh my gosh I love it look. I think as we get older we realize that it’s not about that. It’s about creating special moments with people. When my friend and I went to have our picture taken with Santa we had fun. I laughed at the comment a friend wrote underneath it when I posted it on Facebook.
Last night I was watching God Friended Me. I watched the season premiere but couldn’t really get into it. Truthfully I was watching it last night because there wasn’t anything else on. I was intrigued by the premise last night since I could tell the purpose was to help himself as much as it was to help the parishioner. I find that when I happen upon a show like that it’s because I was meant to at that time. There was a line at the end of the show when the father asks “Do you ever stop missing them?” and the minister tells him “No, but why would you want to?”. I can’t buy my Dad a box of chocolates or have coffee with my Mom and sis but I can smile at the memories.
That’s special.

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